I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

Chapter 57 Jumping repeatedly on the verge of death

on the ground.

Chu Jueqi withdrew his sword and looked at Zhengzhou's body with disdain.

He was slightly dissatisfied with not being able to fight Zheng Linyuan.

No harm done though.

Zhengzhou died, Zhao Xin lost his soul, and his last enthusiasm was extinguished. From now on, Zhao Xin will be the tool that can be manipulated by Li You Daozong.

Chu Jueqi walked to Zhengzhou's corpse, Jianfeng pointed at his face: "Did you see it? This is the price of being an enemy of Li You Daozong."

I said this to Zhao Xin, and also to the hundreds of Guozijian students behind Zhao Xin.

"I, I heard it." Zhao Xin knelt down, resting his hands on his thighs weakly, and the long hairpin used to bind his hair fell to the ground.

Chu Jueqi turned around with his sword, and continued to question: "Have you all heard?"

The Guozijian students at the entrance of the school gritted their teeth and clenched their fists, unwilling to speak.

They heard it.

But do not want to accept.

They have the right to refuse.

As long as Zhengzhou is as brave as Zhengzhou, everyone has the right to refuse.

Chu Jueqi didn't know that Zhengzhou had planted a seed in each of them.

Destroy the seeds of Xianmen.

"We heard it." Countless voices turned into a tidy roar, like thunder from the ground, exploding in the world, each of them showed dissatisfaction, even the thorny number one scholar had the same expression.

"Yeah." Chu Jueqi nodded calmly, he could see the discontent of these students, but so what?With his many years of experience as an official in the Song Dynasty, his blood will always fade away, and it is the most worthless thing.

Just when Chu Jueqi was planning to return to the National Teacher's Mansion, Wang Wengong got up from the ground and said with a dry voice, "Don't go."

"Zhengzhou has been kind to me in answering my questions and my doubts. Even though my Wang Wengong died nine times, I want to avenge him."

Chu Jueqi turned his head and glanced at Wang Wengong. Although he was embarrassed at this time, his eyes were as fierce as a hungry jackal, and Zhengzhou's blood was soaked in his simple robe.

The Great Song Dynasty has been defeated like a mountain.

So what if Wang Wengong stood up?

Is it not in vain?

Chu Jueqi didn't even bother to talk to him.

As a fellow of Confucianism and Taoism, Zheng Linyuan must be more interested in Chu Jueqi.

Chu Jueqi waved his hand, as if continuing to move forward.

Killing Zhengzhou today and then killing Wang Wengong may drive Zhao Xin completely crazy.

Although they raised Zhao Xin as a puppet.

But don't push too hard.

"Don't go!" Wang Wengong roared, and was about to tear off Chu Jueqi's clothes. Chu Jueqi floated ten meters away, and Wang Wengong fell to the ground in a flustered posture like a dog eating shit.

He was more stubborn, knocked out two front teeth, and his appearance became miserable and funny.

Seeing this, Chu Jueqi laughed a few times, and then the entire Imperial College resounded with the unruly and rampant laughter of Li You Taoist practitioners.

Wang Wengong, who had suffered such humiliation, finally broke down and knelt on the ground covering his face and weeping.

All the students were filled with righteous indignation when the sacrificial wine was subjected to such humiliation, but just like Zhengzhou before his death, anger could not wash away the fear of death.

"You're humiliating yourself, do you really think you are Zheng Linyuan?"

"Trash is not worth my hands."

Chu Jueqi reprimanded him, and when he turned to leave, Zhao Xin's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Zhengzhou is not dead yet! He is still alive! Aiqing, come and see, Zhengzhou is still breathing!"

Wang Wengong ran over stumblingly, put his bloody hand in front of Zhengzhou's nose, and his hot and weak breathing made Wang Wengong almost go crazy.

Sure enough, Zhengzhou is not dead!

Chu Jueqi turned his head gloomyly, and told the people around him, "Go make another cut and make sure he comes back after he dies."

Chu Jueqi knew the weight of his sword just now.

Because he was ready to fight Zheng Linyuan, Chu Jueqi didn't use all his strength on the first sword.

"Yes." A cultivator of the Liyou Taoist sect was ordered to walk quickly to Zhengzhou.

Before he had gone far, Zhengzhou sat up straight. Wang Wengong was frightened and almost fell to the ground again.

Zhengzhou opened his eyes, looked at the familiar scene in front of him, opened his mouth and gritted his teeth and cursed: "Fuck! Can't you die?"

Wang Wengong was so excited that his eyes filled with tears: "Great, great, you are indeed the chosen one!"

Zhengzhou was in such a depressed mood that he didn't bother to talk to Wang Wengong.

He was indeed dead just now.

He has even ascended to the throne of the lord of the plane, and the whole world is at his disposal.

Just when Zhengzhou was about to issue the first order.

The system told him: The host has been injected with tyrannical vitality, the body has not perished, and the lifespan has been extended a lot, therefore, the host's rights to the master of the plane are taken back, and the host is asked to continue to work hard to strive for an early death to prove the truth.

Then, he lost consciousness, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the Imperial College.

What is this called?

Now Zhengzhou can't wait to find the person who infused him with vitality immediately, and crush him to ashes.

Zhengzhou's standing up gave Chu Jueqi a great shock. He believed that Zhengzhou was not dead yet, but he didn't believe that he could sit up straight like a normal person.

To make Zhengzhou into what it is now, after Chu Jueqi thought about it, only the Longevity Sect was the only one.

When it comes to the world, life and death, and the ability of flesh and bones, who can compare with the Longevity Sect.